Harry Potter Crying Plants Novels & Stories

I said, walking alongside him as he explored. "The magical plants require special care, but they're worth it for their unique properties." I pointed out a few of the rarest specimens, explaining their uses in potions and spells. Raphael listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and marveling at the variety of flora. As he reached out to touch a delicate flower, I warned, "Careful, that one's petals are fragile and release a powerful allergen if disturbed." He withdrew his hand, eyes wide with wonder. "Your knowledge is incredible," he said. "On Xanthea, we have nothing like this. You would be revered as a master botanist, magician, and ka-trillionaire!." I chuckled, feeling a sense of p

Not only were they horrible gossips, but they were quite rude as well, insulting me for my pale flesh and lack of feathers. The color changing potion I crafted earlier that morning had finally worn off. My hair had been a violent shade of green for several hours due to the sprig of mint I’d placed within the little bottle. I might have kept note of the potion to use against Kimberly if the occasion called for it. Among the others I had tried, my favorite had been the plant rejuvenation potion. Although, when applying it to the wilted Pothos beside the head librarian’s desk, I mistakenly poured the entire bottle rather than just a few drops.

But it was empty… For a moment, the foreboding feeling receded but as soon as they threw something in along with me, it resumed. Oh Goddess, wolfsbane! I shrieked, scampering away from the purplish blue plant that sat there in the room with me. Seconds later, Ginny was thrown into the room as well before the door was shut. “Ginny, get that thing away from me!” I half screamed in panic, if the throaty tone I made could be called a scream.

Tears blurred my vision as I found a side door and burst through it into the gardens beyond. The space was beautiful and filled with large flowering plants and ancient trees. I sank onto a stone bench, pressing my hands to my face as sobs wracked through me. All my belief that I could help them and break their curse was all delusion. They didn't trust me and would never trust me either and that alone caused more tears to pour out of my eyes. "You're crying." I looked up to find Ronan standing a few feet away, his head tilted to the side as he watched me.

I couldn’t make sense of the details—she was only describing what she saw, without understanding the names or nature of the plants. “Where is that potion now?” I asked. “I think GrandMa took it. Since I failed so many times, I don’t know if the last one really worked or not.” She wasn’t lying. I knew that much. “Do you know what the strange plant was?” I pressed. “Umm…” Iris thought hard for a moment. “I think its name was… Lyssaria.” Shock punched the breath from my lungs. Lyssaria? How could that plant exist in SilverFang territory?

The greenhouse trembled as if struck by an earthquake, but Iris knew the violent shaking came from something far more terrifying than any natural disaster. The supernatural plants were screaming. Not the gentle whispers of communication she had grown accustomed to, but raw, primal shrieks of botanical terror that clawed at her consciousness like fingernails on glass. Every specimen Eleanor had cultivated over six decades was dying in synchronous agony, their collective death song reverberating through dimensions that human ears weren't meant to perceive.

he shouted becoming violent and tried pushing his way through his eyes turning red like blood. I rise to my feet, "that is enough" his eyes widen as he looks back at me and he begins to cough and heave "Cory the vial" once again the specimen is coughed up and Harry collapses but Carson catches him, Cory sealed it and placed the vial back into his pocket.

Rhett A few seconds after Lana's hand turned warm in mine, her eyes turned white and the plant she touched transformed. The leaves perked up instantly, its stem grew and sprouted buds which slowly opened to reveal perfect, magenta tipped orchards. "What the…" Matt started, his eyes wide. We all stared at Lana, slack jawed and silent. Her eyes slowly returned to her regular shade of green and she glanced down at the plant in blatant horror. "What have I done?" Her voice barely a whisper.

"You know your blood is poisonous." I looked at the red drops sliding slowly from my own fingertips. One landed beside a small herb growing stubborn between two cracks in the temple floor. The leaves curled instantly, shriveling in on themselves like something had reached inside and crushed the life straight out of them. Aldric stared, horrified. The green drained fast from the plant. Then another beside it withered the same way, curling brown and dead within seconds. Within moments, the entire bed of herbs lining the nearest stone shelf had shriveled into brittle, brown stems, dead and beyond saving.

I couldn't imagine any other creature would trespass here. There were bushes around the fences, some plants I didn't recognize, maybe she was using these herbs to make her potions? I wondered what kind of potion would she make. Love potion? The one that she used on Vernon? What was it called? "Come here, put me in the pond!"